Correction Paroles Trap House par French Montana

Featuring(s) : Birdman & Rick Ross

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You know my sneakers foreign, nigga
Yeah (What you heard!)
Bigger than life (SKRRT! Cookin' up!)
Big money poppin' boy (Cookin' up!)
Yeah (C-C-C-C-C-C-Cookin' up!)
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

(Yeah!)
They talking bout me in the trap house
(What you heard?)
They asking bout me in the trap house
(What you heard?)
They talking bout me in the trap house
(What you heard?) Dope boy fresh, nigga
They asking bout me in the trap house
(Yeah!)
What the business is, stay up out of mine (hah)
What the business is, stay up out of mine (hah, yeah)
They talking bout me in the trap house
(What you heard?)
They asking bout me in the trap house (hah)

Trap house (hah)
(Coke Boy, baby!)
Trap house (hah)

Niggas mad that I went and got my visa (hah)
Thirty on my wrist, had to roll my sleeve up (WHOOP)
Damn right we rockin' (rockin'), damn right we coppin' (coppin')
Fly cars we whippin' (whippin'), the fuck boys be plottin' (plottin')
Purple Jolly Ranchers (Ranchers), chain couple advances (bling)
Wrist and watch blang (bling), blue and white like Kansas  (hah)
Right side turn wheel; talk kush, we burn fields (WHOOP)
Swore I seen the devil on my first mill
Had to kill the watch, nigga -- time served
I'm talking +9,000 Watts+, nigga -- you ain't heard?

(Yeah!)
They talking bout me in the trap house
(What you heard?)
They asking bout me in the trap house
(What you heard?)
They talking bout me in the trap house
(What you heard?)
They asking bout me in the trap house
(Yeah!)
What the business is, stay up out of mine (hah)
What the business is, stay up out of mine (hah)
They talking bout me in the trap house
(What you heard?)
They asking bout me in the trap house (hah)

You know my wardrobe foreign, nigga
(M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Trap house (hah)
You know my watch foreign, nigga...
Trap house (hah)

I talk money, some say I speak foreign (HUH)
Whip foreign, watch foreign, bitch foreign (HUH)
Told her to dance, and that bitch kept going
Cake, cake, cake, cake -- just throw it
I'm a boss, motherfucker
Pull up to the club just to floss, motherfucker
On the salt, motherfucker
Rich motherfucker
All the whips foreign; take your bitch, motherfucker
Suck a dick, motherfucker
I'm the shit, motherfucker
Time to get up off the toilet; this is it, motherfucker
Thirty-six, motherfucker
And you a bitch, motherfucker
All your bitches know it; hit a lick, motherfucker
Took a brick, motherfucker

Hundred bricks, nigga, like a hundred chips
Hundred whips, nigga, another hundred clips
Overseas, nigga, on some hundred shit
Flip a hundred things, moving on a hundred whips
All the mils counted, peep how it feels
Up top, nigga, doing big deals
Big chips, nigga, knowing how to kill
On the field, nigga, do this shit and do it real
Another flip, nigga, stash the cash
We do this, but nothing but some money on me
Another blast, nigga -- pussy
Curve, swerve, hit 'em with that chopper on me
11 hundred, flipped 11 hundred
Coke Boys in this bitch, move 11 hundred
Got them whole things in the sand
Uptown, filthy rich, Rich Gang

Yeah, yeah
The hardest part about the bid'ness
Is minding your own
You walk in the room
All the whisperin' stop
But you know?
Nosey people get in the face
But real niggas gettin' money
Ya feel me?
They askin' 'bout me in the trap house
E'ry block
Baby whattup?
Rozay
They talkin' 'bout us in the trap house!

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